2 Worlds

OT the Real & Vinnie Paz - Rap, Hardcore Rap
2 Worlds
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Duration: 2:26
Lyrics
[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yo O, my lil' brother, salute 'em Soup Kitchen, Slump Gang and all that Official Pistol Nah'mean? Pack Pistol Pazienza! Respect the shooter! HAHA! Yeah, c'mon (Dougie on the beat) [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, my ahks rushin' (Russian) like they Stalin A long-term solution to a short-term problem The mantequilla comin' through the border Guatemalan We politic with foreign diplomats like Narayana (We gettin' overseas, money) I turn a piece of coal into a diamond You ass-bettin', homie, the iron may need refinin' (That shit fugaga keh) Your two worlds is collidin' Your soul off-balance, your chakras need re-aligning (You need God in ya life) Look, you don't want it with the stick-work The full metal jacket pierce armor and that shit hurt (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!) I spit on the grave of a dead Presley Ox on me, carry a blade like I'm Ed Lesley (Hahahaha) You all chest puffin' and loud But it's one rule here, no suckas allowed I fight through the pain, homie, I will die for respect Y'all are cameo, talkin' out the side of ya neck Toma! [Interlude: OT The Real] Paz, what up? Jedi Mind Trick vibes Dougie Fire [Verse 2: OT The Real] Ayo, I'm ready, let's go The power was divided, I showered in all your guidance They always want more defiance, I'm caught up in all this violence I'm talkin' load of my clients, I got [?] be silent They honest, just keep on grindin' And watchin' the secrets lyin' The darkness that we done lighted It's hard with my people dyin' The hollow tips keep on flyin' I gotta sleep with some iron My problems just keep on pilin' My dawgs in the deep confined The squad, I'ma keep on tryin' These officers keep on lyin' The white trafficker, mic-massacre On these bars like a pedal bike passenger The rap shit comin' afterwards Don't go nowhere Paz, I been runnin' for this white, I'm like a polar bear Gossippin', I know they scared Make me wanna stick this thing inside 'em, till I hold it there [?] my coldest years You know the deal You can flaunt your fake war stories, homie, no one cares You gon' gas the man in the mirror until no one's there
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Credits
- Writers
- OT the Real
- Vinnie Paz
- Dougie OTB